Everything

It felt overwhelming all of a sudden. I just got both of our boys wrangled and packed up and our car was finally moving forward to begin our day. The boys themselves weren’t overwhelming. That chaos I’m used to. It was the responsibilities and pain that surrounded us.

Message after message had begun to enter my phone about how friends were doing on this particular day. 90% of those who reached out were really struggling. And my “helper” self couldn’t help them the way I really wanted to, so I lent them my ear. But they began to pile on each other. Prayer request after prayer request. Heartbreak after heartbreak. Update after update.

And while I felt so blessed to be able to be there for them in the smallest of ways, and that they trusted me with their hearts, I quickly realized it was starting to affect me. The air just felt heavy. My heart felt helpless.

Then suddenly, our 3-year-old started singing along to the song on our car’s speaker. His little voice became bold and sharp as he sang “The King is Alive!!!”. I don’t think he knows the gravitas of that statement, but it was enough to be a tuning fork in my day. It was right there that I shed a tear at his pure innocence and the beauty of the statement he sang over and over.

Because if the King is Alive that changes everything.
Because Jesus does and should change everything.

By the end of that day nothing else changed in these circumstances except one thing.
Me.
And that is everything.